Let's kick the chair out from under.

We'll hope for a quick drop,

Married with a sudden stop.

Tie my hands behind my back.

Pull that noose in tight,

We can't afford any slack.

You've been in control.

The man you love,

Is the product of the heart you mold.

But I got this feeling,

That your feet are growing cold.

That you've got no end all goal.

I'll take to the stage.

I'll present to you my last words.

Get ready to turn the page.

Because I got this feeling,

That we ran out of luck.

That no matter what I say to you,

You'll treat us like we're fucked.

So when it's all said and done,

You won't be the one in harms way.

You'll walk out with face covered,

While my body hangs on display.

And I got this feeling,

You never intended to stay.

Can you blame me for feeling hurt?

Your words spoke with a sweetness to it.

Now I'm the one being lowered into the dirt.

Yet it's your innocence you struggle to assert.

And I got this feeling,

Your future isn't all that appealing.

Know before you kick that chair out from under.

There's still time love.

Time to reconsider.

My heart was never up for auction.

You were always going to be the highest bidder.

I'll love you until the day I die.

I can see you struggle not to cry.

There's still time love.

Time to reconsi—